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@percysfavourite
— All this touching over seven minutes in heaven.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐬 : Seven minutes in heaven with Percy.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ᡴꪫ fwb! percy jackson & f! reader 。 🎧
𝐜𝐰 : public space ⸝⸝ making out ⸝⸝ fingering ⸝⸝ get caught
you wear lipstick and jason kisses you and you feel all accomplished bc you think he doesn't know you're wearing it, but he does and he kisses you anyway to intentionally smear it bc he knows that the sight of your bright red lipstick on his mouth would make you giggle <333
jason is the type of person to literally smile like an idiot in the middle of an argument (when he's angry himself) because his mind can only focus on how good you look while you're angry.
hey twin i guess i should start this off by saying im literally obsessed with how you write the pjo boys (especially percy) and i would loooove to see you bring these to life.
no pressure at all but these ideas have been stuck in my head and i thought you might like them!!
okay so percy has a high sex drive (duh) but i think he gets especially turned on by watching reader spar/train. something about it just gets him going fs. especially if your shirt rides up a little and he catches a peek of your waist. oh boy you’re cooked. he has to sit on the sidelines acting like he’s not planning out ways to fuck you.
orrrr you guys are on the beach and once again he can’t get enough of the sight of you in a little bikini and the waves starts acting up. you can interpret that how you would like. but then once the reader notices, it takes her a minute to figure out what’s happening. however once she notices that percy is half-hard in his swim shorts, she puts the pieces together and they sneak off to his cabin.
anyways love you so much!! pleaseee tag me if you end up doing any of these 💞
percy’s fighter
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊
a/n: omg love this!!! will probably do the second one at a later date but hehehe we love riled up percy!!! - also kind of ignore all percy’s swearing lolz, when rick mentioned oercy swearing once, i made it an entire hc, now in my head, this dam boy curses like a sailor
˚。・─౨♡ৎ─・。゚
wow.
was the word- along with various expletives- percy could think of as he watched his girl spar with one of her friends.
you parried and your shirt rode up, revealing a strip of damp skin from sweat. you lunged and you made a grunt sort of sound, prompting percy’s jeans to tighten.
oh jesus fuck. percy was done for.
what is it about me putting my headphones on that tells everyone around me that I suddenly want to talk
One more Shapes.Inc ad, and shall see myself to the guillotine.
imagine this but it’s percy
Cupid's Chokehold
Characters: Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Reader (fem. pronouns, afab)
Pairings: {Percy Jackson/Luke Castellan/Jason Grace/Leo Valdez/Frank Zhang} x fem!reader
Summary: Wishing you all a happy Valentine's Day from the guys at Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter ;)
Warnings: NSFW 18+, cursing ?, alcohol consumption, p in v, fingering (fem. receiving), oral (fem. & masc. receiving), jason grace is whipped for reader, leo is a needy kinda guy, i also didn't mean to do this but they like all get the reader jewelry ?? i didn't mean for that to happen but i fear that's just how the cookie has crumbled, NOT PROOF-READ MY GRAMMAR SUCKS, pls let me know if there is something that i missed!!
Word Count: 4.7k (~950 per/guy)
Liv Yaps: okay... so... idk idk idk !!! thank u sm to @vicariousandvain and to @trflgar bc lowkey u two motivated me to actually get this done and have it posted for valentines day instead of after valentines day haha. the idea was for it to be small little blurbs, like three paragraphs each... that is not what happened and it's too late for me to make all separate posts. i fear that i was rushing with leo and frank so their's are a bit short... and i also has such a hard time writing for everyone except luke and jason so yeah... enjoy !! and tbh i pulled that whole divine locating necklace bit out of my ass but like... i want that, can someone make that for me pls. all of these fics are made possible to the vitamin string quartet's covers of fall out boy, paramore, and mcr... that's the only reason that this posts exist i think
my legs go weak for whiny jason grace
percy’s restraints
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your lips parted as you tilted your head to the side, you watched as the veins in his arms twisted around those biceps…
his forearms,
his hands.
oml oml
smut ﹙ Early nights in white sheets ! ❞
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 :: You and Jason have been together for a few months, but he's not very good in bed. He does a lot of research to give you a mind blowing time!
𝑐𝑤 :: riding // fem! oral // fingering // PinV // creampie
might turn into a jason grace fanpage after this like jason yes please 😝
my library 𓏲ּ𝄢 💌 turns out it took re-listening to 1989 by taylor swift to give me writing motivation again
“how’s your sudoku going, miss einstein?”
you giggle, taking a small bite from your macaron. percy plops down on the couch beside you, sneaking his hand into your box of treats to take a macaron for himself as he gets comfy.
“very well, mr jackson. I’ve finished another.”
“my smart, sweet girl.” percy cups the side of your head opposite to him, tugging you closer to accommodate his mouth upon your forehead.
three times. once in glorification of you, a second because he can, and a third for luck.
the he leaves his arm wrapped around your shoulders casually. you fall back into your rhythm of concentration, tapping your pen to your mouth.
“there’s a six and a seven and an eight vertically… but a four, six, and three horizontally,” you declare to percy.
he takes a closer look, examining the page. it takes a minute before he realizes your mistake. he points to the third column. “here. make that a three, and move a five where the three originally was.”
“oh!” you hit yourself in the head lightly. “duh.” you go to fix your error but swiftly make sure you kiss percy on the cheek beforehand in thankfulness. “my smart, sweet boy.”
a rose blush costs your husband’s cheeks but to fail to realize it as you return your attention to your game.
silence engulfs the entirety of the living room. all comforting silence, domestic. percy fancied moments like this more than anything.
moments where all stress and anxiety would disappear from your features. where you would simply sit and enjoy your hobbies. and he could watch you all he would like because your focus is inhumane.
his gaze falls nothing short of utter adoration. you could even see it with the lights out. you could always feel it even when your mind was elsewhere. percy’s eyes were not only a vibrant green, but incredibly unsubtle.
when you call him out for staring his only response is to blame it on the fact that you’re his wife and he’s allowed to do so all he would like. you only laugh and roll your eyes.
“will you stop eating all of my macarons.” your voice breaks the silence. you reach out and bite the macaron percy has already entering his mouth.
it leaves a trail of crumbs over the couch and your lap but you’re just glad he only got a small bite while you ate the remainder.
“you are a cruel, heartless woman.”
“says the same man who calls me sweet and sexy.”
“you’re a complicated woman.”
you shrug, shoving your belongings onto the end table before throwing yourself onto percy’s lap. his hands are quick to entwine in your hair in the way you like, running through your strands. you nuzzle your face into thighs like a kitten.
“I’m ready for a nap I think.”
percy hums in agreement and alters your position. he slumps into the cushions, resting your head against his chest now. you listen to his steady heartbeat, letting it lull you to a state of relaxation.
“nap with me?”
“no,” percy says sarcastically. “I’m just lying here. but I’m going to get up and run a marathon once you’re out.”
you laugh lightly. “I just needed confirmation!”
smut ﹙Nerd Out ! ❞
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 :: Your boyfriend Percy is a total nerd and he loves letting you fuck him up.
𝑐𝑤 :: sub! Percy // male! oral // titjob // frottage // PinV
so im going to touch him guys 🌹
would you be able to do some nsfw percy jackson headcanons please? 🙏🏻
۶ৎ — Percy Jackson ! Nsfw Hc
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warnings: mentions of... sex, teasing, dirty talk, marks, bites, etc... (I was excited about this one)
ㅤ୨ৎ —˳ percy jackson ! reader
summary: our boyfriend percy nsfw/sex headcanons.
Percy is insatiable. Blame it on the demigod stamina, but this man can go for hours. He’s got that constant energy—lazy makeouts turn into full-blown sessions, and just when you think he’s done? He’s pulling you right back in.
Absolute menace when it comes to teasing. He’ll act all innocent, but the way his fingers ghost over your skin? The way he grins when you start squirming? Yeah, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Water. Water. WATER. Sex with Percy is a whole damn experience because the moment he starts using his powers? You’re done for. Cool water running over your skin, tiny droplets trailing down your body as he watches, smirking? Yeah.
He gets so caught up in the moment. Percy loses himself in it—deep, messy kisses, hands gripping your waist, hips pressing against yours like he physically can’t get enough of you. His mind goes blank, all instinct, all need.
Loves it when you take control. He’s naturally dominant, but when you push him down, straddle his lap, and start moving against him? His brain short-circuits. That cocky, playful Percy? Gone. His hands grip your hips, his breath goes shaky, and suddenly, he’s at your mercy.
So vocal. Not over-the-top, but the grunts, the groans, the hitched breaths—you always know when you’re driving him crazy. And if you do something that really gets to him? You’ll get that low, breathy “fuck” that makes your entire body burn.
Backshots? His favorite. Holding your hips, thrusting deep, pressing his chest to your back and murmuring dirty little praises in your ear? He lives for it.
He’s not subtle about wanting you. If he’s in the mood? You’re gonna know it. Hands on your waist, kissing along your neck, fingers tracing along the hem of your shirt while he leans in, voice low and teasing: “You busy? Because I have a much better idea.”
Public teasing is his specialty. Hand resting just a little too high on your thigh? Whispering things that leave you hot and flustered when you know you can’t do anything about it yet? Yeah, he loves watching you squirm.
His mouth? Dangerous. Percy devours you—deep, open-mouthed kisses, sucking at your skin, biting your lower lip before pulling away just to see you gasp. And if he’s using his mouth somewhere else? Good luck.
Loves marking you up. He knows it’ll fade fast (demigod healing and all), so he makes it his mission to leave his mark—kisses along your neck, fingertips pressing into your hips, maybe even a playful bite on your shoulder that leaves you aching for more.
Percy is so damn needy. You’d think he’s the chill, go-with-the-flow type, but no—this man craves touch like it’s air. If you so much as brush against him when he’s in the mood? He’s grabbing your hips, pulling you into his lap, kissing you breathless until you forget what you were even doing.
Loves it when you struggle to take him. The way you gasp, the way your body stretches around him—it’s an ego boost like no other. He’ll kiss your temple, whisper soft praises, run his hands along your thighs, and then? He’ll thrust up just to watch you fall apart.
He’s a tease, but he’s also impatient. He’ll play his little games—light touches, soft kisses—but the moment you give in? He’s flipping you over, pinning your hands above your head, and pressing his body flush against yours with a wicked grin. You wanted him? Now you’re gonna feel all of him.
Eye contact? Mandatory. Percy wants you to look at him. Wants to see every expression, every reaction, every single moment he’s making you feel good. If you try to turn away? His fingers are gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he murmurs, “Nah, don’t get shy on me now.”
Hair pulling gets him weak. Tug on it when he’s kissing down your body? You’ll feel his breath hitch against your skin. Tangle your fingers in it when he’s moving inside you? You’ll get a low, broken groan that makes your stomach tighten. He lives for it.
A handsy, grabby mess. His hands are always on you—your waist, your back, gripping your thighs, sliding up under your shirt while he kisses you slow. He loves the way your skin feels under his fingertips, loves the way you react when he grabs you just right.
Loves watching you come undone. He thrives on it—the way you arch under him, the way you whimper his name, the way your nails dig into his shoulders. He’ll slow down just to prolong the moment, murmuring, “C’mon, let me hear you, baby.”
Worships your body. He’s not shy about letting you know how much he loves every inch of you. Lips tracing over your stomach, hands exploring your curves, soft whispers of “So damn perfect” as he takes his time.
Loves being begged for it. Oh, he’ll give you exactly what you want—but he needs to hear you ask. Needs to hear you whisper, “Please, Percy,” in that breathy, desperate tone. He’ll smirk, thumb brushing over your lip before murmuring, “That’s all you had to say.”
He gets so into it. The moment he’s lost in you, everything else fades. His breath is ragged, his body pressed tight against yours, his voice rough when he grits out, “Fuck, you feel so good.” He doesn’t stop until he knows you’ve completely fallen apart beneath him.
When he’s close? A mess. His pace gets frantic, his grip tightens, his head buries into the crook of your neck as he groans your name. If you scratch your nails down his back? You’ll feel him shudder, hear him whisper curses against your skin before he finally lets go.
Aftercare? Almost as good as the sex itself. He’s pulling you close, kissing your forehead, whispering soft praises while he rubs gentle circles into your back. He’s still a tease, though—trailing his fingers over your sensitive skin, smirking when you squirm.
And if you so much as shift against him? Yeah. He’s already ready for another round.
❝ Stop Moving ! ❞ ― percy jackson
warnings: smut. fingering. percy's a tease.
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author note: stormy's shitty comeback 'cause school is kiling me and y'know how this whole student life works 🤘🏻
YOU ROLLED YOUR EYES. AGAIN.
Fifth time that night.
And fifth time you wondered what life decisions had led you to this exact moment—sore, exhausted, and forced to share a bed with a boy who apparently thought "sleep" was a full-contact sport.
Thanks, Aphrodite.
You were still aching from that less-than-fun sparring session with a daughter of Ares (because of course she had something to prove), and now—now—Percy Jackson, your boyfriend, your supposed safe space, was tossing, turning, yanking the sheets like he was reenacting the Battle of Manhattan with cotton and fluff.
“Percy,” you groaned, dragging out his name like it personally offended you. It was the sixteenth complaint in ten minutes, and still, the boy had the audacity to mess with your pillow like it belonged to him.
“Hm?” he muttered, completely unfazed, still wriggling around like a restless sea otter.
You sighed. “Stop moving. My neck hurts.”
That got his attention.
He stilled. Immediately. Completely.
For a second, you actually believed it. Believed that Percy had found, somewhere deep inside that half-god brain of his, a flicker of divine decency. That maybe—maybe—he’d be considerate, gentle, respectful.
But then you remembered who you were dating.
And sure enough, even with the lights off and only the silver glow of moonlight spilling through the windows of Cabin Three, you could feel his smirk forming like a threat on his stupidly kissable lips.
“Want me to help?” he offered, voice soft and innocent—dangerously so.
You didn’t answer right away. Not because you were speechless. Because you were calculating. Suspicious.
“How exactly?” you asked, narrowing your eyes into the dark.
In response, Percy shifted closer.
One arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest, the heat of him seeping through your thin summer nightgown like he’d been forged in a volcano instead of born in the sea. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling in, breathing you in like you were some kind of ocean-scented drug.
His voice dropped to a murmur. “How bad does it hurt?”
You should’ve kicked him. You should’ve.
But instead, you stayed perfectly still—tense as a bowstring—while his fingers slid beneath the silk hem of your nightgown, slowly exploring the skin of your stomach like he was mapping constellations.
“Bad enough that if you keep moving, I might kill you in your sleep,” you muttered darkly.
He laughed. Laughed. The bastard.
Soft and warm against your neck, the sound of it crawling over your skin like a shiver.
Then came the kisses.
Featherlight, maddeningly sweet, scattered along your shoulder, your jaw, your pulse point—each one making it very hard to maintain the moral high ground.
You squirmed when his hand cupped one of your breasts, thumb brushing over your nipple just right—too right.
“Percy,” you warned, but it came out more breathy than threatening. Not great.
His hand didn’t stop. If anything, it got bolder. That thumb of his? Evil.
Your mouth said no.
Your body said please.
Your brain? Somewhere on vacation.
And Percy? He knew it.
“Mmm,” he practically purred, his mouth dragging across your neck like a prayer. “You’re already warm for me. Or should I slide my other hand between your thighs just to check?”
You hissed. Not because you were mad. Because he knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. Too good.
You hated him.
(You really didn’t.)
He shifted again, just enough so you could feel every inch of him pressed against your ass—hard, hot, very interested.
This was supposed to be sleep. Just sleep. Healing. Recovery.
And now your idiot boyfriend was tempting you into another kind of cardio.
“You are the worst,” you muttered.
Percy chuckled into your skin again. “Your worst,” he corrected smugly.
Gods help you.
It was going to be a long night.
And you were definitely not going to be walking straight in the morning.
You should’ve said no.
Simple. One syllable. One word. Easy.
Instead, you let Percy keep going, like your self-control had clocked out ten minutes ago and left your dignity behind with it.
Because the moment his hand slipped lower—slow, teasing, criminally gentle—you were gone.
Gone like your patience when the Aphrodite kids gave unsolicited advice.
Gone like Percy’s towel whenever you walked by the bathroom in shorts.
You bit your lip hard when his fingers brushed against your inner thigh, featherlight, barely there. Your legs tried to clamp shut on instinct, but Percy tsked softly and gently nudged one knee aside with his own, making space for mischief.
“So tense,” he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and smug, his tone that particular kind of gentle that meant he was feeling cocky and dangerous. “Thought I was supposed to be helping…”
You choked on a sound—somewhere between a groan and a desperate laugh. “You’re helping me forget the pain by replacing it with another,” you muttered, sarcastic, though even you could hear the tremble in your voice.
He loved that.
You could feel the grin stretch across his lips right before he bit down gently on your earlobe, making your hips jerk toward his hand completely on reflex. Which—unfortunately for your pride—he noticed.
“Oh?” He chuckled darkly, pressing his palm over the heat between your thighs, cupping you through the thin fabric of your panties. “Was that a twitch of approval, or do I need to verify?”
Gods.
He was a tease.
You also really wanted to slap the smug out of him, except you were currently paralyzed by the way his fingers were dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clothed heat—light enough to frustrate, precise enough to make your spine arch like it had a mind of its own.
“Percy…” you warned, though your tone was closer to a whimper than anything intimidating.
He hummed, pleased, and finally—finally—slipped his fingers beneath your panties. Just enough to touch skin. Just enough to ruin you.
His hand was warm. His touch? Pure sin.
“You’re soaked,” he muttered against your skin, as if surprised, like it wasn’t entirely his fault. “Poor thing… all sore and still dripping for me.”
If you had any brain cells left, they all screamed in protest.
But then he slid one finger between your folds, slow and deliberate, and just like that—complete silence in the upper chamber. Nothing but static and Percy’s voice whispering against your neck.
“Still hurts?” he asked sweetly.
You turned your head just enough to glare at him over your shoulder, but it lost some edge when his thumb brushed your clit, and you gasped—too sharp, too honest.
He grinned like he’d won. Because he had.
“Yeah,” you breathed, almost delirious, pressing your forehead against the pillow. “Still hurts. Everywhere. Especially my pride.”
He laughed again, and you felt it vibrate against your back, his chest flush to you. “I could try kissing it better,” he offered in that voice that really should not be legal.
“You’re a menace,” you muttered, even as you rocked your hips into his hand, seeking more, begging for more without saying a word.
“Only for you.”
Another kiss, another swipe of his fingers, and suddenly, your body wasn’t so sore anymore. Not in that way.
Your mind tried to hang on to the original plan—rest, sleep, recovery—but Percy Jackson had other ideas. Warm, slow, maddeningly good ideas.
And you?
You were doomed.
Because he was the one person who knew exactly how to take you apart.
Softly. Sweetly. One touch at a time.
I get a girlboner thinking about percy jackson